Upcoming journeys,

Feel different now.

New adventures to see, ...

Today,

I feel alone,

With no one around, ...

It’s difficult to understand,

That even today,

We continue to fight. ...

Yesterday’s raindrops,

Still remain.

Hazy, fading memories, ...

Grow old with me.

We’ll stand side by side,

Under blue, or rainy skies. ...

Gaze in every direction,

To find the right path.

For it’s there, ...

Sometimes,

When rose petals fall,

They cry. ...

Let my heart grow…

Like those smiling,

Spring flowers. ...

At times it’s necessary,

To climb and stretch,

So as to reach, ...

A different sunrise.

One from the past.

No cowbells, ...

Flying away now.

To far away shores,

Where I once was. ...

Spring’s fresh green,

Never ceases to please.

Brimming with life, ...

When he was alive,

Dad had a curious way,

To self-describe. ...

Words upon words,

Are all around.

Even in forests, ...

Weekend shopping trips,

Require thought, creativity,

Meticulous planning. ...

Changing perspectives,

To gaze upwards.

Not so easy, ...

Early mornings,

When farmers gathered

By a lone house. ...

Spring showers,

Creating unexpected art.

Pollen and raindrops, ...

Parts left behind.

In blurry shadows,

Of painted cemeteries, ...

Tall, green, proud.But not everyone.Some remain closed, ...